I love my life.

I love it. I love being positive, I love cooking good, I love taking my bike to go to work (even if it rains, because my military-like jacket protects me in every possible way), I love my job (no, seriously, I DO LOVE MY JOB), I love to go to the city and wander around without a reason.
I love it when Penny comes to our bed in the morning and sleeps on mine or Mattia's back while we cuddle.
I love to turn around in bed and find my boyfriend between the pillows. I love to look at him like that for a while, move closer and stay in bed for a little longer.
I love to do completely nothing at times. I love to be absolutely busy.
I love solving problems and issues out.
I love when my sister calls me to tell me everything that bothers her and everything that makes her happy.
I love to receive an email from my parents, even if they write to me about new bed- side table they bought instead of investing in a trip to visit me.
I love when my brother sends me a short message, just to know he is OK. I miss him and his family. A lot.
I love to watch the world outside our living room window. I love my hot showers.
I absolutely love when I meet a good friend in a supermarket downstairs.
I love listening to music. On my phone with earphones, on the couch in the evening, when I'm doing the dishes in the morning.
I love to be sad and to cry my eyes out.
I love to get lost in my imagination, create billions of endings for the exact same story.
I love to wonder. I love to talk with people who are good listeners and who can express their opinions.
I love when I get appreciated. I love to take risks. I love to fail sometimes. I love to step into a dog- shit twice a day, because somebody let his dog poop in front of our front door (and I managed to forget about it during the day and stepped into it again in the evening).

I love myself. And I know that with this attitude I can do anything I want with my life.
Because I found that inner happiness. Sure that sometimes I think ''Fucking hell, the queue to the cash desk couldn't be any longer, huh?''. But then I don't bark at the cashier, I thank her so much and wish a nice day.

Nobody is responsible for your happiness, but you. You have it in you but you still can't find it. You look for it all around the world. You search for it in others, in material things, in addictions.. And guess what? It's not there! Where is it? Maybe in a book ''Happiness for dummies'', maybe you will find it when you buy the new TV (bigger one than the neighbours own), or maybe when you book yourself those holidays in Turkey or Egypt like everyone else at the office. Maybe this year you will finally meet 'the one' and get instantly happy?
 You have a plan in your head and you expect that if it goes well, you'll be happy. Let go.

Very important message that I got watching video from James Victore: YOU ARE ALREADY HAPPY.
It's in you, it's there! But you keep on making excuses to be truly happy.
What, you're too hype to admit you don't need the new iPhone to feel alright?!
Well, then suck it up and stay sad that your job is not bringing enough profit to do so.
My God (God- subject for the next week maybe), we are all so blind sometimes.
I always think that I will be happy if by the beginning of summer I will have that well- advertised ''bikini- body''. I imagined myself on holiday in Poland this summer, wearing short skirts or sexy bikini on the beach, feeling confident about my body, probably for the first time in my life (yes, I start again with the gym soon).
Well.. Sure, it would be nice, but my happiness? It does not depend on it. And I've learned that it's not the gap between your thighs that make you look good. Fuck skinny girls with that ridiculous space between their legs (go get a burger and grow some ass!)- as long as your body is in a healthy size and condition, getting all the goodies from food and exercises from time to time- it's all OK. Calm down.

When you recognize that things you want are not always what you need- you will do yourself a favor.

Learn to divide the ''wants'' and ''needs''.
Sometimes you crave a bag of chips but then you find dark chocolate and one bite is more fulfilling than the whole 300g of balsamic- tomato- flavored chips.

You know what I mean?

I LOVE IT! Go and love yourself too!

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  1. UnknownFebruary 24, 2014 at 2:10 PM

    everybody's free-to wear sunscreen--a nie mowilem?pzdr

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